#“i love you but fuck you don't make me do anything like this ever again”

[digi-diareis]

"We need to talk" Prank

with the LaDS love interests, implied that the LI's are already in a relationship w you

Xavier

Oh he's pulling out the puppy dog eyes immediately, lower lip jutting out and ready to start crying.

"I'm sorry." "What? Do you even know what you're apologizing for? Also, why are you apologizing?"

This guy is ready to admit to any and all the faults he's made the past week, from cooking without permission, eating her secret stash of snacks, forgetting to feed the cat on time, etc.

"Please don't break up with me, please please please please-" "Xavi, baby, calm down, I'm not breaking up with you"

Anyways, the prank doesn't even last a minute because you break the moment he pulls out the kicked puppy look and he starts begging for you.

You guys end up cuddling the entire day because he won't stop sulking and being worried that you're tired of him so you can't really leave him alone because this is your fault.

We love a loser like Xavi <3

Rafayel

Dramatic ass man and pranks like these are like perfect tiktok material.

"Oh, you are NOT breaking up with me. I don't give you permission to." "I don't recall breaking up having to need permission from both parties." "Well, now you know."

Anyways, you're both just bickering over stupid shit now. You've strayed from the "we need to talk" to now pointing fingers at who's the bigger drama queen between the two of you.

Zayne

Oh sweet summer child, takes you very seriously.

"What is it, love? Did I do something to upset you?"

Oh, you just know how guilty you'll end up feeling when you keep up with the prank. You last a solid 3 sentences before you slowly turn quiet because he's listening so patiently and looks like he's truly reflecting on everything you've said.

"Okay, I'm sorry it was a stupid prank but I can't stand looking at you this guilty. You've been nothing but an absolute sweetheart, I could never ask for more."

Zayne sighs, relieved that it wasn't actually something major.

"Please, try not to do pranks like these again. I love you but the way my heart dropped when you said those words is not healthy."

You give him a big hug and lots of smooches to make it up to him, vowing never to do pranks like these on him again.

Sylus

Oh, you are looking forward to this. There's a power trip of sorts when you remember how much power you actually hold over this man. And this is perfect.

Some say this might be a red flag of yours but you're dating a wholeass criminal big boss so it's not really that big of a deal.

When you start the prank, he raises an eyebrow. Feeling like it might be a prank since he did spoil you and didn't do anything to piss you off recently.

"And what is it this time, sweetheart?"

Okay ngl, I think this prank goes way too far because he would correct / contradict / defend every single reason and excuse you come up with. That it just becomes a wholeass debate of whether you even have an actual reason to be unsatisfied with your relationship.

At the end of it all, you are breathless and out of excuses. So you just glare at him. Sylus simply smirks knowing he won this 'argument'.

"I'll get you someday, look forward to the day that you're begging for me on your knees." "Oh sweetheart, I'd get on my knees for you anytime, if you just asked."

Caleb

You feel like this might be the worst idea you've ever had, knowing full well how possessive Caleb can get but anything for the gram or whatever the kids say.

"Say that again, buttercup? I think I misheard you."

Oh, the way his voice dropped an entire octave got you both nervous and also maybe turned on?

You try to be strong and push through, repeating what you said.

"Sure, we can talk. Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you? Did you find out about the hidden cameras? Is it the new guy at work, did he give you any ideas? I knew I shouldn't have stopped at a few broken ribs-" "CALEB WHAT THE FUCK"

Prank is forgotten, you are now giving him an hour long sermon about hidden cameras and not beating up every man who has any interaction with you.

What you say is definitely passing through the other ear for him, he's just pleased he managed to distract you from the original topic. Its better that you feel responsible for correcting him and being stuck with him rather than you getting sick and tired of him.

Caleb - 1 : You - 0

(i tried my best but i feel like these are very ooc aaaaaaa)

[mywritersmind]

umm I don't really have an idea in mind (sorry) but id love to see an ex!franco fic!!

THAT PRETTY BLONDE - FC43

summary : In which some drivers are checking out a girl and when Franco goes to meet her, they already have been introduced. In fact, they’ve had years of knowing eachother.

listen up : franco x ex! no warnings! thanks for the request i love the idea of franco and his ex so here’s smt short!

words : 1135

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“What’re you staring at?” I elbow Lando while Oscar, Isack, Kimi, and Carlos are completely locked in, their eyes on something in the distance.

“Mate…” Isack hits my chest, “Hottest girl ever.”

Kimi nods as if he has a chance with anyone over eighteen, “Mamma mia...”

“Right there. In the white.” Lando points to a girl in the crowd, her back is to us and I immediately understand what they’re talking about.

I can’t even see the girl's face but she’s already stunning. She’s in a blue mini skirt and a white top that falls just before her waistband. She's slim, her legs long, definite model quality. Shit, I see one attractive girl and suddenly i’m a model scout?

She flips her hair to her back, long and blonde. “Ay…” I mumble, “I’m going to talk to her.”

“No way!” Lando interjects.

“Come on Colapinto leave some for the rest of us.” Isack rolls his eyes as I grin and push past Oscar who looks more curious than hot for her.

I stick my tongue out at them as I walk backwards, turning around and walking straight up to her. I clock the William’s mechanics already, the familiar faces nodding to me.

“Hey…” My voice trails off almost immediately, the second the girl turns to me, my mouth goes dry.

Her smile drops at the same time the mechanics walk away, “Y/n.” I choke out, staring at my ex-girlfriend in the face. What the actual fuck.

“Franco.” Her voice makes me physically shiver, the same one that used to sweet talk me. I recognize it all too well. She’s not smiling, her expression neutral as she checks me out, “Thought you weren’t driving this season.” She says it as if it was the most casual thing ever.

She pops her hip, raising a brow. God I used to love when she would do that.

I never have issues talking to women, unless it’s her. I don’t know why, just something about her made me so nervous, especially after the breakup. “I’m uh… just here in case.” I scratch the back of my neck, looking past her at the guys who are staring.

“Right.” She smiles softly, moving her arm up so her fingers tug at a curl in my head, “You look good.” I swallow, ultra aware that she hasn’t touched me in over a year.

I can’t breathe. “Thanks. You look… You know you look good Y/n.” She laughs, nodding. She always did. “I like your hair.”

“Really?” She twirls it around her finger, “Kinda miss the brunette.”

“So, you’re here.” I eye her badge and swallow, “With william’s?”

I swear on my life she’s doing this on purpose, “Mhm… I was invited. It’s not too weird… is it?”

“Well considering you broke up with me before I became a william’s driver…” Shut up Franco. Shut up.

She rolls her eyes, “Don’t pull that. You know why we broke up.” Me. Of course it’s me. I nod as she glances back to the guys who pretend to be doing anything but staring at her. “Could you tell your friends that if they want to look at me, they can talk to me first?”

I let out a dry laugh, “Not a chance they’ll be doing either.”

“Hm, still possessive I see.” She tilts her head, smirking.

“You got a boyfriend I should be worrying about?” She shakes her head slowly. Good. “Then yeah, they’re not getting close.”

She smiles in the way that she used to, “Look I gotta go…” I spent this past year thinking about her, wondering if I would ever see her again, yet here she is. At a bloody race with the team I should be on.

“Right. Maybe we can catch dinner sometime?” I don’t know why I say it, it literally just comes out of me.

But thankfully, she doesn’t scream in horror, just grins wider, “If you’re lucky, Colapinto.”

I nod and start walking away, “I’ve got a good feeling about this one.” The second she turns away, I slowly walk back to the guys.

I cannot believe she’s here. “What the hell!?”

“There’s no way you pulled her in that amount of time.” Carlos raises a brow.

“Who is she!?” Kimi asks, “Yo, Colapinto! Details!”

I groan, slamming my head against the wall as they all go quiet. I breathe in, then out, my eyes squeezed shut. “She’s my ex.”

They freak out. Oscar laughs out loud while Carlos just shakes his head. “Excuse you!?” Lando shakes me.

“You’re fucking kidding!” Isack argues.

“I wish.” I say, looking at the group of shocked men, knowing i’m about to have to explain that the one girl I ever truly loved, broke up with me because she thought (she knew) I wasn’t doing enough. “Oh I really fucking wish.”

“Mate… how’d you not recognize her!?” Lando’s laughing now.

“She was brunette…” I groan at the memory of my beautiful brunette girlfriend who used to party around argentina and kiss me against club walls. “and I didn’t expect the fucking loss of my life to be here!”

“Shit. I can’t believe you fumbled her.” Oscar shakes his head, making me frown.

I cross my arms, “She broke my heart, thanks.”

Lando raises a brow, “Oh?”

“She dumped you!” Kimi giggles, “This is the best news I’ve ever heard. You think she’d go for me?”

I punch him in the arm, making the younger boy flinch, “She is way too old for you. And she’s my ex!”

“I don’t see any issues.” He shrugs, making me blink. He fucking wishes.

“Shut your trap, Antonelli.” Lando laughs, “Franco. Is she single?”

“Mate!” I swear, “Not you too!”

He laughs, “For you! There’s no way you’re fucking up this opportunity.”

Carlos nods, “You believe in fate?”

I eye the man in blue, “I believe that she’s in your garage all weekend…” I smile and clap him on the shoulder, “I just have to visit my best mate!”

He laughs, shaking his head. He’s about to say something but goes suddenly quiet when someone walks up. It’s her.

Everyone shuts up.

“Fran.” She calls me by my nickname, thoroughly twisting the knife, “Call me tonight, yeah?”

I think I might faint.

The sharp pain in my side is caused by Isacks elbow, forcing me to nod as they all check her out, “Of course.”

She looks at all of them, laughing a bit before waving, “See you.”

“Bye…” Half the guys say! I slap all of them.

“Oh Fran…” Lando mocks her, batting his lashes, “Please come take me out and-”

“Shut it!” I start walking away.

“Where are you going?” Oscar asks.

“I need to figure out what i’m going to wear!”

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY KARLACH *  assorted dialogue from baldur's gate 3

i can't tell if you're flirting or threatening me. i'll take either one.

don't want the youths to think i'm not, you know, up with the times.

sometimes i look at you, and i just don't have words for this feeling. you are everything i ever hoped for. everything i thought i could never have. never deserve.

i just love listening to you speak.

i know i can make you melt.

i want all of you.

i don't think i have it in me to share.

will you stay with me? when it's time.

what the fuck is happening to us?

you know, [name], i'm not sure i can trust you anymore. you're... different. a bit scary, to be honest.

i'm sweating bullets. what if i blow our cover?

it's good to see you smiling, [name].

look at you. the years have been good to you.

we're in the city on some urgent business, but can i come find you when it's all settled?

whose idea was this? was it mine? am i insane?

i'll rip your tongue out, you liar.

you can't possibly believe this shit.

what i wouldn't give for another hour together. another minute.

i can't believe you saw that. you're too young for that.

once you start, it's hard to stop.

now there's a name i'd hoped never to hear again.

this is it. i can practically taste his blood from here.

you're asking a lot. but i can wait - for a while, at least.

i don't want to put you in harm's way either. i'll wait for now.

now you're speaking my language.

sorry i haven't visited. i've been... away. but i'm back now! and i brought friends.

i miss you so much. but i'm happy. and getting up to some really important shit.

i just want to understand. i just want to know why.

the fucker has to die.

this handwriting looks familiar.

do you know what you're doing?

sorry, i think you have the wrong person.

would you believe me if I said i've got to save the city?

i love good news.

glad to see you're so well set-up here.

if we can help them, we will.

could i see your wares?

you'll still be able to do your wizard thing, though, right?

i wouldn't mind doing a little shopping in the city.

to have someone who cares about you and throw them away... i don't know how you do it.

sounds like more your thing than mine.

i was just thinking the same thing, but less poetically.

you're good at staying in character. i'll give you that.

i was just being nice.

what a pesthole. can't wait to clear this place out.

i smell a fight brewing.

care for a dip?

it looks good on you.

good to know love is on the table though.

how could we let this happen?

let's just keep moving. i don't want to talk.

this place is absolutely beautiful. what a wonder.

hey, can i try something on you?

my heart isn't a toy, got it? treat it like one and you're going to get burned. badly.

my heart is telling me i love you.

if i didn't know better, i'd say you're falling in love.

will you excuse me?

you'd better step away before i do something i regret.

i'm glad you chose me.

you give me chills, baby.

i'm not going anywhere. i've got plans for the future, you know. and they involve you.

to be honest, i'm kind of shocked you chose me.

if i can have you back, i've got a place for you here. cozy. warm. safe. and you can stay as long as you want.

it sounds like you really meant it.

revenge sounds so sweet until you've taken it. then all you have is... no one left to blame.

you know, for a while there, i wasn't sure you'd come back. but look at you. you've done what few could ever do - created your own path.

is it almost time for dinner?

don't tease me. my lonesome heart can't take it.

you really are the best of the best. of the best.

you know i'd do just about anything for you.

if he lays a finger on you, i'll break it off. that's a promise.

what's on your mind?

you and me. let's imagine. we have a whole life ahead of us. what do we do?

i'd love for you to show me where you came from. hear your stories. meet your people.

no moment is guaranteed. except this one. and this one. and maybe this one too.

i'm going to live. i get to be alive. i get to stay.

i've never felt better. like i'm finally complete.

and here i thought you had half a brain. how wrong i was!

i love you. and i know you'll choose your destiny, and choose it well.

you're lucky i love you.

you hear me? you're all i could ever ask for.

come on. there's something i want to show you upstairs.

i will miss you. but i wish you luck.

[fewwwgoodwomen]

hiiii could u prettyyy pleasssee do sub namgyu hcs??

Sub!Nam-gyu Headcanons !!

(A/N:I've never done hcs before so bear with me !! This is a new concept to me hahah)

-sfw

•Nam-gyu loves physical touch from you even if he hates admitting it.

"Do that thing with my hair again." "Yeah i hate it.. but my head hurts right now." "I didn't say that yesterday."

•Whenever Nam-gyu finishes his stash of drugs, he gets even more clingy towards you.

"I swear.. you ARE better than my drugs..." "No... i didn't finish them.. what makes you think that?"

•Nam-gyu thinks you look hot when you're high with him, especially when you get extra affectionate.

•He loves tucking your hair to the side , mirroring the habit he does to himself, denying it each time.

"Its not my habit, stupid. I just don't want hair all over your face."

•he loves laying on your chest and hugging your waist, especially when hes high.

"No, I'm not high this time. Yes, i do smell like weed, but that's not the point..."

•Would get you matching rings with him.

"I dont fucking hide my hands with my sleeves. Just please get these with me.."

•Mindlessly follows you anywhere.

"Dude, Shut up... I'm not following you... you're just.. who i wanna go to."

•Will never admit that you're right, even when its painfully obvious

"I do not bite my nails, you're thinking of another dude." "No? The lady at the salon fucked it up, it wasn't bitten off."

•He likes playing hard to get even though he'll submit within minutes.

"You miss me? Use your legs and walk to the room then." "What do you mean you won't do it? Lazy ass bitch. Yes I'm walking there. Whatever. Okay okay.. i won't call you that again."

•Disturbs you at random points just to ask you stupid questions

"Psst.. Do you think cats could get high?" "No. Its just, i don't know where my last edible went, and the cat is acting weird."

•Loves it when you kiss his neck

•Has the habit to swear in every sentence, especially when he talks about you.

"You're so fucking weird, like not in a bad way but not in a fucking good way either, you just make me feel shit like-- Shut up, i don't swear THAT fucking much."

-Nsfw

•even though he tries to hold it, hes very vocal and loud

"A-ah.. Fuck. You're so quiet, i-its making me sound loud --mmh~!"

•hates getting edged but loves begging you

"S-stop fucking edging me like this you w-whore.. a-agh~.. please.. just let me cum.."

•loves it when you ride him, especially when you tie him up.

"If youre going to edge me.. a-aah~! Atleast.. tie me up... f-fuck..!"

•he doesn't admit it but he loves it when you spit on him

"S-stop spitting on me.. i-i can't.. its so..f-fuck..~" "N-no, i didn't lick it off my lips."

•his fav place for you to spit on would be his mouth , face or his cock

•He'd be into motorboating your titties

"Please.. fuck.. take off your bra.. just this once.. please..?"

•he jerks off a lot to pictures or videos of you when you aren't there

"Please let me take this photo of you.. i swear im not gonna nut on it or something."

•He likes it when you pull his hair

•He likes acting all bitchy towards you because he knows you'll make him feel so good no matter what.

"S-shut the fuck up.. y-your pussy isn't that tight-- ngh~!"

•hes into overstimulation, anything to make his girl feel good.

•He'd beg you to do one more round even though deep down he can't last the moment he's inside you

"Please.. one more.. I'll fucking do anything... i'll last longer than 5 minutes please please please... i-i want that pussy."

•most of the time its you giving him aftercare and he loves being babied by you.

"Yeah women totally deserve aftercare but you made me cum 7 times. Can you please just do it this once..? No, I didn't ask you that last round."

•would do anything to be able to cum inside you

"Please please please.... let me fucking cum inside you..i swear ill be good.. i wont call you a whore ever again.."

•Likes to film whenever you guys have sex, so he could jerk off to the footage later on.

"No no no.. don't move it.. i like seeing your ass in that angle.." "Shut up. I-its for memories.. and.. you sound hot on video, thats all, i swear!"

•He likes to have you soak up edibles in your mouth just to spit it in his mouth when you guys make out.

"Fuuck.. soak it up just like that and spit it out on my tongue" "Shut up, its not THAT gross."

•He loves getting degraded by you, even though half the time he insults you.

"Y-yeah.. i fucking get i-it... i'm a manwhore.. just for you.. mmh~!"

•Likes putting obscure music when you guys fuck

"Please.. can i play this msi song just once while you ride me..? I-its only 2 minutes.." "What the fuck do you mean the music will last longer than me?"

•A complete weirdo for you, literally a creep.

"Please..? Just consider doing a rainbow kiss with me once?" "Shut the fuck up, you just don't have good taste in fetishes."

•Hates calling you mommy but would do it in a heartbeat whenever hes desperate.

"M-mommy..~! Please let me cum.. fuck.. milk me dry please..~! I-it's aching so bad...please..~" "S-shut up.. just let me cum.. mommy.. please..?"

[jillsandwhichs]

Our Future Days

Joel Miller x Reader series, Chapter 14, Discussions

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Pairing: F!Reader x Joel Miller

Summary: You and Joel finally discuss the basis of your guy's relationship

WC: 1.1k

Type: SFW

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The silence was deafening. You swear you could hear your own ears ringing before you could hear anything else. Not only that, your heart rate was clearly up but you can't tell if that's from the coffee you had earlier or the insane amount of nerves that are on edge in your body. Admittedly, you haven't felt this way in years; So nervous you could scream and it'd still be all the same. You can't tell if Joel is on edge or not, he seems fine as he sits across from you at the table.

You, Joel and Ellie just had dinner together and honestly, it was a bit awkward. Ellie must've caught on because that little girl carried on the conversation at dinner practically all on her own. You and Joel did speak to one another, but hardly. After literally making out the other day on the front porch, things have been... Different... To say the least.

For example, you two don't even say good morning to each other anymore. The morning after what had happened, he was already gone and on patrol whereas today, you just walked passed him out of anxiousness. You couldn't help yourself, you were truly so nervous to even be in his presence. Now the two of you are at the table, quiet and shy as you sip on your waters.

"Darlin I-" "Joel, I just-" You both spoke up at the same exact time. Comical. He cleared his throat. "You first then." He stated. This made you want to roll your eyes. He could've taken the first words. Asshat. "Joel, I just don't like how we've been since we kissed." You were blunt. You don't tend to beat around the bush. You genuinely hate how the two of you have been as of late. It's purely out of anxiousness but still, it's not for the better.

Joel nodded in agreement. He hates it just as much as you do. Hell, he's been thinking about you non stop. Ever since that evening, you've been on his mind more than usual. Before he sleeps, when he wakes up, while he's working, etc, you name it and you're on his mind. He's been especially thinking about how to approach you with his proposition but admittedly, he's shy which is extremely rare for him.

"I know, me neither. I hate it." Joel replied, drinking from the mug he was holding, waiting for you to say something. You released a sigh of relief. It's great to hear him talk and to especially know he feels the same as you. "For the record, I don't regret... What we did." You don't. You really fucking don't. The way you two basically made out was hot and has had you up & down and in circles ever since. It was lovely.

He nodded again. "I don't either. I don't regret a damn thing from that night, sweet thing." Joel said softly, his eyes locking with yours momentarily before he looked down at his boots, trying to capture himself so he doesn't end up making a fool of himself. "You don't?" "Course not. Why would I?" You don't know, maybe because he's been literally avoiding you since. Then again, you've been doing the same - you can't be a hypocrite.

Sighing softly, you smiled at him. He missed that smile. Warms his heart. "I missed that." "What?" "Your smile." Joel mumbled, he hated coming off as corny but he had to say it. You giggled and nodded. "I missed yours too." He then smirked and looked at you. "Sorry for uh," He shook his head, "Ignoring you, if that's the word." "I'm sorry too, Joel." Truly, you are. It was a mistake. You two should've just slept the events of that night off and spoke about it the next morning.

That would've saved you both a helluva lot of embarrassment, that is for sure.

You stood up, empty glass in hand and you ambled over to the sink. There were some other dishes inside of it from dinner, but nothing you or Joel can't clean up. It feels nice. Having a filled sink reminds you of what the real world can feel like. You smiled to yourself, but your breath then hitched as you felt a pair of hands touch you from behind, they slithered around your waist. You obviously knew it was Joel, but it had caught you off guard.

You let out a sigh and tilted your head down, but you then felt his face go into your neck, pressing his lips alone your neck. "Oh," you breathed in a sharp breath and tilted your head back, allowing him more room. He kissed along your throat, his kisses going from your ear and down to your collarbone area. "I promise," He began in a gruff voice, "I don't regret a damn thing." He then turned you around and cupped your face, kissing you passionately.

Encasing your arms around his neck, you kissed him back, smiling gently against his lips. You missed this. It feels even better before. Kissing him is just pure ecstasy. You pushed him forward, his lower back hitting the table as the two of you made out. Your guy's hands moved rapidly all over one another. It feels good. So fucking good. Your mouth slightly opened and his tongue slipped back into your mouth, which made you moan & shiver.

"Joel." You sighed as he pulled from your lips and kissed your neck again, sucking on it and leaving hickies along the sides of it. "Hmm?" "We need to talk." You laughed and he pulled away, licking his lips. "Yeah, we do." He rubbed the bridge of his nose and you giggled. "I don't wanna do this kind of stuff with you... You know... Full on making out when we aren't even together." Like earlier, you are blunt. You keep it straight.

He stood there for a moment, thinking about what you had just said. He sighed softly and nodded. "I feel the same." Does he? That warmed your heart up. "So..." You looked down at your feet. You feel shy all of the sudden. You know where this is going and you're nervous. "So then be with me." Joel whispered, his southern accent thick and his voice soft. You honestly thought you'd never hear those words utter out of his mouth.

Your head quickly looked up and you locked eyes with him. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" You gazed at him, waiting for a response. "I think so darlin'." Joel stated, his arms now at his sides instead of behind him. You swiftly galloped back up to him and kissed him, your lips locking with his in a loving kiss. "I'll be with you." You answered, caressing his cheeks, his hands rubbing your waist.

"Good." Was all he said in reply as the two of you shared a meaningful kiss; One that has been dying to happen for decades now.

It's official. You are now Joel's girlfriend.

[jamesisasimp]

hello your tags !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes yes yes !!!!!!!!! giggling at all of this because yeah!

i think for james he was getting it all confused right? because that’s regulus and his cars are so cool and so fast and he always wins so james is like … do i wanna be WITH him or do i wanna BE him??? and he has a good time getting regulus all riled up when they race each other and loves making him mad by being like “i let you win” but then when regulus DOESNT WIN james is like …. “oh! oh no! i think i do actually wanna be w him bc i don’t even care that he just lost rn”

but by then it’s tooooo late because barty is here and regulus’ attention is now elsewhere because first he tries to break barty down and then he’s like …. well … if you can’t beat them … join them ig …

but there’s also tension because the black family has scouts and they’re like “we need to recruit this guy to race for Us. since he’s so good. and they’re giving regulus shit for losing so the only option is for barty to join the black family or for regulus to sabotage him so bad that he’ll never race again except barty isn’t working for anyone but himself so he absolutely refuses regulus’ recruitment tactics so reg has to go to drastic measures and they kinda hate each other but now they’re also kinda ?? obsessed and in love ????

okay sorry for brainrotting in ur asks unprompted like this ,,,, i just loved ur tags 😭

I literally love this so much you have no ideaaaa!!!!

Jealous, bi curious James going through a sexuality crisis with a rival, you will always be famous

Also your Barty is already so hot on principle and now you want to make him the mysterious allusive guy from out of town with no backstory that wears leather and has a cool ass car and races like no one has ever seen before????

Like I get it, Reg. I too would leave husband material James Potter for a bad bitch

This James/Barty rivalry is actually sending me because in the big finale race where Reg and Sirius are competing to see who's the best Black family heir, James is also trying to prove that he's better than Barty, to win back his mans. And Barty is not above teasing James endlessly over the fact that Reg (this sexy little ball of curls and french curse words) chose him!!!

Which, like, means so much to Barty too you know? Like he's the type of guy that has spent his whole life being the best, being better than the best, giving 110% in the hope that someday it might be good enough, that someone might appreciate how hard he's worked. And no one ever does, so he stops trying and avoids being inaugurated into another family full of expectations he'll never meet - he lives for himself and his own enjoyment and that is all

But then Regulus... oh, Regulus isn't like the others. He knows Barty's fucking good, and he knows getting that good isn't easy because he wasn't always the best at racing either. He did it to connect with Sirius at first, then to take Sirius's place once he left, and so he knows how hard it is, how much you have to push yourself and your car. And he wants Barty to teach him, because, even if he hates to admit he's not the best, he knows Barty's an expert, someone he can learn from

Like give me Barty dragging Reg, who has always bought the newest, top of the line tires and engines and suspensions and other car stuff, to the most seedy, back alley places to get new add-ons for his car. Helping him pick out a new break kit for Marleen to put in and a new set of lights ("How do headlights help me go faster, Barty?" "They don't, but they look fucking cool")

And he trusts Barty to make him a better driver (after seriously debating breaking his legs for upstaging him or paying him off to never race again) and Barty fucking loves that, more than the money or anything else. Regulus is taking his advice and listening to what he has to say and has anyone else noticed how fucking hot he looks when he's so concentrated, and-

But also they're racing for completely different reasons!!! Barty does it because it's fun and he's good at it and he needs the money, and Reg does it because he has something to prove. So the whole time Barty is trying to teach him that all you have to do is let go and have fun, and Reg is just trying to win, to prove to his parents (and himself) that he can be as good as Sirius - better than Sirius. So like the tension!!!! They frustrate each other so much!!! But also they're so in love!!!!!

Anyways, please brainrot more!!!! Anytime, all the time!! These two will be living rent free in my brain foreverrrrr

(Like just picture the abandoned car junkyard picnic date where they lift mufflers and sit on the old rusty hood of a car with the headlights on and drink and snack and make out talk about life)

Okay, getting off my soap box now-

[cyclogenesis]

For the DVD commentary ask game, I don't know if it's ok to go so much back in time, but ever since I read your ''Missing Scene'' I can't stop thinking about it or going back to it. There was a reason why I had chosen to distance myself from SamBucky, they make me too weak and vulnerable, and the way you write their codependency and intimacy, is....intense.

So, here it is, if you want....

It wasn’t even like Sam had let himself hope in any concrete way, it was just too impossible to envision the specifics of his life going forward. He doesn’t have anywhere to go but Louisiana, back with Sarah and his nephews. He thought he could count on Steve being there, navigating this with him the same way they’d worked together as partners: fighting the good fight, finding Bucky, being on the run with each other for two goddamn years because Sam chose to stick with Steve. It had seemed doable, if still challenging, to try and figure out this thing with Bucky with Steve between them as a reason to come together.

It felt like he could build something new, until the foundation of it all crumbled beneath him.

“Why did you leave, that morning,” Sam asks quietly. “In Paris.”

“I shouldn’t have,” Bucky says, his voice terribly, terribly soft. Sam’s heart trips in his chest, free-fall in his ribcage until Bucky finishes, “ever let it happen.”

“Bucky,” he says.

“I wanted you. I wanted something for myself. I’d been watching you, you know.” Bucky smiles a little, like it hurts to do it. “The whole time, keeping track of where you were. I was still trying to figure out who I was, but it made sense to me, what you were doing for Steve. Trying to find me. I understood why you’d do it for him. I guess I wanted to know if you were doing it for me too. I wanted to know who you were. I didn’t want to go back to Steve yet, I just wanted you.”

“So you had me,” Sam says, trying not to feel - anything. Trying not to feel anything. “And then what, you were done? You got what you wanted?”

“No.” Bucky shakes his head. “No. I was reckless, I thought if I could just talk to you, satisfy my curiosity, that I’d be able to move on. Get my head on straight, wait for the brainwashing to magically wear off, and come back to you both once I was a real fucking person again. I thought if I just convinced you to give me a little more time, that I could handle it all myself. And then I talked to you, and I just wanted to keep talking to you. I didn’t,” he says, looking down like he’s embarrassed, “It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was attracted to you.”

“Thanks,” Sam says faintly.

“But I could have hurt you. Anything could have happened, could have gone wrong. It was selfish of me. I put you in danger because I couldn’t stop myself from wanting you, and I left before you woke up because you weren’t safe with me. You never were.”

DVD commentary on this bit of Missing Scene below and it is always okay to ask me about anything!! Like no kidding I have your comment on that fic open in a tab to respond to because reading it genuinely made ME a little verklempt bc I also love them VERY MUCH and really put my heart and soul into this fic man. 😭

It wasn’t even like Sam had let himself hope in any concrete way, it was just too impossible to envision the specifics of his life going forward. He doesn’t have anywhere to go but Louisiana, back with Sarah and his nephews. He thought he could count on Steve being there, navigating this with him the same way they’d worked together as partners: fighting the good fight, finding Bucky, being on the run with each other for two goddamn years because Sam chose to stick with Steve. It had seemed doable, if still challenging, to try and figure out this thing with Bucky with Steve between them as a reason to come together. It felt like he could build something new, until the foundation of it all crumbled beneath him.

So the most interesting part of writing this fic for me was just basically meeting the canon on its own terms. You brought up another part just before this excerpt in your (very nice, thank you!!) comment that I was going to expound upon in my reply but I'm going to go ahead and do that here - actually just gonna paste it in for the sake of coherency:

Of course, he’s happy for Steve. He has to be, because in order to have literally gone back in time to get away from his life here Steve must have been truly miserable in a way that Sam never even saw. Sam can’t fathom how painful it must have been to have lost so much, to have suffered for five years with half the world gone. He can’t imagine the weight of that sorrow, so deeply affecting that even getting them all back wasn’t enough to make this world worth staying in. That Sam wasn’t enough to stay for. That Bucky wasn’t enough to stay for, even after all Steve did - after all they both did - to get him back. And Bucky must have known.

I've never been like, a fix-it fic writer, I've never approached canon in a way that's like and THIS is what it did wrong 🙄; if I'm writing a pairing more than once it's because the canon showed me a dynamic that should obviously lead to kissing, and the fact that they haven't kissed yet is merely a narrative oversight, which is fine because that means I get to tell you how they kiss, yay!! I love doing that!!!

Which is to say: I'm pretty much always accepting canon as it is and using what's there as a jumping-off point. And for this pairing that means accepting what Steve Rogers did and taking it seriously and exploring the ramifications of this seemingly dick move without resorting to character bashing, basically.

So I thought a whole fucking lot about it, because the canon doesn't really directly address the emotional fallout this would have had on Sam and Bucky, i.e. no one ever directly talks shit about Steve. You can extrapolate that had Steve not left we would not be seeing Bucky sleeping on the fucking floor in his little sad bitch apartment. And as much of--I suppose--an honor it was for Steve to pass the shield to Sam, it still was not something that Sam wanted. He tossed that big ol' frisbee straight back to the Smithsonian. Nobody's talking about it, but clearly nobody's feeling great about Steve GingTFO either.

All of my Sam/Bucky stories basically have at least a tiny what the fuck, Steve narrative moment, but due to POV reasons I never really got into one of my main conclusions, which is that I think a fairly large part of his decision had to do with Natasha's death. Sam brings up their years on the run together with her, but it's clear from Endgame that Steve and Natasha stayed very, very close for that five years with half the world lost, more so than any of the other characters. And with that relationship stretching back to The Avengers and CATWS you have what, a decade or so of working together, of friendship, of then leaning on each other after this unimaginable loss--and then she's just fucking gone.

I keep thinking about how this gifset highlights his tendency to check in with her/get her permission and it's adorable and everything but when you lose a relationship, a friendship, a person who anchors you like that, I mean. No wonder he was set adrift. Here he was having gotten Bucky back, having saved him insofar as he could have, having been a part of saving so many people, saving the world time and time again. He's gotten Sam back, Sam who he trusted and believed in so much that it felt like the right decision to pass along this enormously important symbol of the person that Steve himself had to become, the mantle of Captain fucking America!!

It's not a stretch for me to think that Steve really believed that they would be fine without him. And it's kinda funny because I don't even directly cover it in the fic--bc the fic is in part me trying to explain it!!!--but the little moment at Tony's funeral where Sam comforts Bucky still makes me SO insane. Because that is based on WHAT?? Like, what had we seen canonically up until that point that would have it make any sense that they would gravitate toward each other in this moment, that Sam would be thinking to offer him comfort or to take comfort in Bucky himself?? Well maybe they had a secret ongoing relationship before this that I should write twenty-three thousand words about!!

But however you answer that question, you can take away that there is some kind of pre-existing bond between Sam and Bucky, or the very strong potential to be if Sam feels that comfortable reaching out. And I think, whatever it was, Steve would have been aware of it, so it's easy to believe that Steve genuinely thought Sam and Bucky would have each other. That they maybe wouldn't even need him. Natasha might have needed him to stay the way that he needed her, but--well, she's gone, and he'll never get to talk it over with her, or see what she thought about it, or get her approval or potential lack thereof. And he's tired. So yeah, it was selfish, but I can't believe it was thoughtless. You know?

And so what Sam was feeling here was a direct echo of that for me, of feeling unmoored in Steve's absence the same way that Steve did without Natasha, but still trying to understand the choice that Steve made, to explain it and find it in himself to forgive it. I don't think Sam or Bucky could bring themselves to stay truly angry with him if they ever were. Hurt, sure. But that's their own thing to deal with. (I wonder what Bucky had to say about it in therapy. Honestly probably making excuses for him, like he does here.)

It means, though, that without the implied time they would have had to figure it out with Steve helping them get back into the world, this conversation has to happen now. No easing their way into it, no letting things play out while they readjusted. And that also means asking the big fucking question: Why didn't Bucky stay with Sam when he could have? Why the hell did he walk away?

“Why did you leave, that morning,” Sam asks quietly. “In Paris.” “I shouldn’t have,” Bucky says, his voice terribly, terribly soft. Sam’s heart trips in his chest, free-fall in his ribcage until Bucky finishes, “ever let it happen.” “Bucky,” he says. “I wanted you. I wanted something for myself. I’d been watching you, you know.” Bucky smiles a little, like it hurts to do it. “The whole time, keeping track of where you were. I was still trying to figure out who I was, but it made sense to me, what you were doing for Steve. Trying to find me. I understood why you’d do it for him. I guess I wanted to know if you were doing it for me too. I wanted to know who you were. I didn’t want to go back to Steve yet, I just wanted you.”

I am a romcom writer. My usual idea of a conflict is "they want to fuck but they aren't fucking yet". Jesus H, the work I had to do to create and justify conflicts on this level, that would make it believable for them to start out where they do at the beginning of this story and then maintain a narrative through-line that doesn't contradict anything we've seen onscreen and still have them end up where I wanted them to end up. Holy shit I asked a lot of myself with this story. I thought so much and so hard about all of this. I never write people seriously fighting! I never write break-ups!! You might notice that I haven't written anything like this since! I in fact probably will not again! 😭

Anyway, so I made the conflict be that Bucky wanted to fuck Sam in the first place, and the next conflict that they fucked and it was a bad idea for a variety of reasons, and the next conflict was Bucky being like okay that was my bad I should not have done that. 😬

“So you had me,” Sam says, trying not to feel - anything. Trying not to feel anything. “And then what, you were done? You got what you wanted?” “No.” Bucky shakes his head. “No. I was reckless, I thought if I could just talk to you, satisfy my curiosity, that I’d be able to move on. Get my head on straight, wait for the brainwashing to magically wear off, and come back to you both once I was a real fucking person again. I thought if I just convinced you to give me a little more time, that I could handle it all myself. And then I talked to you, and I just wanted to keep talking to you. I didn’t,” he says, looking down like he’s embarrassed, “It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was attracted to you.” “Thanks,” Sam says faintly. “But I could have hurt you. Anything could have happened, could have gone wrong. It was selfish of me. I put you in danger because I couldn’t stop myself from wanting you, and I left before you woke up because you weren’t safe with me. You never were.”

Me getting away with having a man acknowledge his flaws bc acknowledging them is in service of the bigger flaw of being a sad self-sacrificing little fuck...

But also, well, he's not wrong. He did put Sam in danger, Sam wasn't safe with him. The next time Sam sees him Bucky's a reactivated bad boy getting face-punchy in this MF.

But it's also fair imo that Sam just cannot with this guy right now. Again, you know, taking canon at face value, something I struggled with when plotting this out was explaining how we went from genuine concern at Tony's funeral to Bucky ignoring Sam trying to get in touch with him. Because that truly had me personally like, hands on hips, frowny face, what's your fucking problem, Barnes.

So they have this fight, tensions are high, everyone's stressed the fuck out, Sam needs a break. It's too much. He gets a break, fine, he settles back into his life, he reaches back out. Bucky's deeply depressed in his sad bitch apartment and thus avoidant to the point that even his terrible therapist is like damn ignoring his texts?? crazy work bc Bucky's apparently talking about getting texts but not answering them.

I swear I'm almost done with this ask, fuck. But when this is addressed later, Bucky on his knees saying "I thought if I just didn’t need anything, that nothing I needed could be taken away from me again" that is the direct consequence of Sam's choice in the above moment to walk away. It wasn't unfair of Sam, and he certainly didn't mean for it to be permanently or even for that long, but for Bucky it was Sam leaving him too right fucking after Steve abandoned him so completely. They both left Bucky and they left him with nothing. He walked away the first time because he was afraid to hurt Sam, but he walked away by default this time because he was afraid Sam would hurt him. Sam already had.

Goddddd this pairing!! You know!!!

I love this fic so much and it's the last one I posted for this pairing and it got like, significantly less attention hits-wise than the other three (sambucky fandom flamed out QUICK in a way that still kinda surprises me, most people wandered away after literally just a couple of months) which is still such a bummer because I spent basically my whole fannish life wanting to write a canon-spanning epic for every OTP I've ever had and I finally managed it with this pairing and I wanted to like, print this thing out and wallpaper the fannish halls with it like look you guys I did it!! I did it I did it I did it!!! So thank you for asking about it because nobody ever has and I still think it's one of the best things I've ever written (it's also the longest!). 😭 MISSING SCENE MY BELOVED!!

xoxoxoxo always appreciate you Kiki!!!!!

[ro-bee]

I know that The Bishops of Kiran were described as evil and well, not so redeemable characters, but in your Au is there going to be a genuine reconciliation scenario? Because I can't get a scene like the following one out of my head, maybe The Kraken (Daddy) or your version of Shamura (Sorry, I'm bad with names) Confront Kiran with something like: "Why don't you hate us? We literally tried to kill you" and Kiran says: "Because you are my family and I still love them", you can't tell me that something like that wouldn't break them emotionally, because let's be honest, if Kiran is the eldest, that means that they are alive because of him and at least there must be a little affection (Very very very deep in their rotten souls)

Anyway thats all, Also I wanted to tell you that your art Is my biggest font of comfort Now, your art Is amazing and you are amazing, hope you a nice day/night and take care of yoursel

ok so i want them to be redeemed someday ... it would take so much i think ...even more for two of them in particular

their relationship is difficult because they're still angry at kiran for their injuries and stuff

i'm still trying to figure out how their fight went but beside that... borovoi and keketh would be the frist ones to try to actually make peace with kiran, oh it would be emotional i think

they will cry and talk and cry again (kiki will cry tbh) and then hug

i mean they'll try to hug...

anyway for shamuda and nereus would be harder to forgive kiran... they can contain a lot of anger and spite

btw thank you for checking on me ^^ i'm not doing do great again but i keep going your words mean a lot <3!!!

[astracora]

I get the point of people going 'banners aren't canon/have nothing to do with the lore' but... I feel like people are using lore incorrectly. Whatever your feelings about cat boys or catch22 boys, you can't just point blank go banners have no bearing on character that's a crazy statement 😭

There is some wild hypocrisy just specifically for this banner with people who were cool af with cat boys (which was crazy like sorry how did tiny cats be so op that they could TURN OFF someone's evol and suppress it and make them grow cat features and personality traits) now going this is too AU. (Kinda the point of an AU you know? The question is what would you have to do to make a character act like this.)

But I've also seen like? Sylus' Within Reach card named as having nothing to do with the story too ('you're just measuring his ass'). Like. Are you only watching kindleds and not playing dates? His entire card is about MC worrying about his health, realising they care more than they want to, and more suggestions that Sylus 1. Truly understands them that he can read those feelings on their face or 2. Is able to see into their dreams.

That's? Character building 😭 which by definition is part of their lore.

Even cat boys showed that? Zayne being more affectionate because he didn't have to worry about his EVOL going out of control. Raffy being more honest about his desperation for MC because it was harder to hide? Xavier showing more of his anxieties over not having MC in his life. Sylus showing he does everything he does FOR MC and no one else.

You're free not to like the new banner I'm not debating that, if it's not up ur alley that's super chill and very fair, unless ur out there being weird on main to people who are excited for it, but like. Saying it will have NOTHING to offer about the characters is a batshit statement that's fully untrue.

There's a very real thing to be said that no person is fully perfect and everyone is capable of being broken down. One of Zayne's main character beats is how EVER/Xander Sciences wants him for their experiments, and the question the game presents is 'what would we have to do to make this man abandon his morals'. You're about to potentially see that EXACT scenario in catch 22.

I'm not saying 'go pull' either. I'm saying, when it comes out if you're curious watch the date on YouTube, and see what character information the story offers you because seeing all the messy complex sides of a character is absolutely fascinating.

Whether they're even going to be that dark is up for debate, but I'm fully willing to bet that they'll have something to share about the characters themselves, that adds to the little complex web of their lore and build.

[v4mpyinred]

MORE Akijun angst time, but it's mostly Akihiko angst because i love projecting my awful attachment issues onto Akihiko and making him suffer in general <33

I love the idea of Akihiko being so scared of his feelings for Junpei once he realizes he has them. After all, Akihiko has lost everyone else close to him, so what's stopping Junpei from being a part of that same fate? Shoot, Akihiko already watched Junpei die (before Chidori saved him, of course). It could happen again, and the last thing Aki would want is to seal such a fate for Junpei, all because of his own stupid feelings...

It sucks because Junpei is pretty affectionate and clingy, so i can imagine Aki hurting as Junpei tries to get closer to him. But he lets Junpei in anyway, because Akihiko doesn't strike me as the avoidant type.

In fact, I think Akihiko would be fall into the anxious attachment type (projection), even if he tries to bury it and act like he's fine. I really like the idea of Aki having some kind of separation anxiety, and him being so damn worried about Junpei's wellbeing all the time. When Junpei doesn't answer his calls (cuz he's busy or...actually this is junpei his phone is prolly just dead LOL) or is late to something, it drives Akihiko crazy. Same for if Junpei is sick or hurt. Aki hurts too. Especially when he can't heal Junpei and can only just watch. It reminds Akihiko of all the times he couldn't help others in his life.

However, Aki tries soooo hard not to be as controlling and overprotective with Junpei like he was with Shinji. After all, he's done holding onto the pain of the past, and feeling all guilty or worried over things out of his control. He's had his character development, i won't erase that.

But Aki's only human..and it's so hard to feel fine when Akihiko couldn't live with himself if something happened to Junpei. Especially after he's lost pretty much everyone, and it seems that's the path destined for his loved ones. It's so hard to not have those "what if's...", even if Aki has no reason to suspect anything bad is going to happen. He promised he'd protect everyone and that includes Junpei.

In the end, though, Junpei is always there for Akihiko. All of Akihiko's crippling worries seem to wash away when he opens his eyes to Junpei sleeping peacefully next to him. Or when Akihiko comes back from a morning jog and notices the breakfast and lovely note written for him sitting on the table...I think I've mentioned Junpei comforting Akihiko when he has nightmares/flashbacks. Well, I think Junpei would do more too! Like reassuring Akihiko when his worries get the best of him, making sure to text Aki before he gets too busy to respond, and overall giving Aki all the love and hugs he deserves.

Akihiko is so used to feeling so lost and out of control, especially when it comes to those around him. But I think Junpei would truly heal the side of Akihiko that still hurts, and he'd show Aki that he's never alone🥲

[arolesbianism]

I've been doing a casual second lob corp playthrough for fun and one thing that I've really come to adore is how the different success rates can paint a pretty cool image of how work with it looks like at different levels of each work type and while I think it's kind of sad that base game you can't see the work percentages I also think it in a way adds a fun game of is this marginally harder at level five than four or is my guy just being bad at their job

[vaguely-concerned]

I'm playing Returnal right now to stave off the Dragon Age craving a few more days and having an absolute blast with the gameplay especially. the combat/gameplay loop is completely my jam it eats my brain very well for hours at a time. The art direction is really striking. but most of all I am entertained and endeared by this game's dedication to depicting a universe where truly no one has ever had a good time ever